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\title{\textsc{Grand Theft Auto V\\
Manuscript}}
\author{by D. Houser\\transcribed by Mo Liening}
\maketitle
Note, \emph{acts} are several scenes, \emph{scenes} are units of drama. The act and scene numbering is according to the cutscene audio file, and thus not chronological in accordance with the plot.

\Character{Michael}{michael}
\Character{Abigail}{uwoman}
\Character{The finder}{finder}
\Character{The seekers}{seekers}
\Character{A seeker}{seeker}
\Character{Lester}{planner}
\Character{Franklin}{franklin}
\Character{Steve Haines}{stevehaines}
\Character{Ballas Member}{ballasmember}

\Act{-- Michael and the widow of the late Frank Mathers}

\scene

\StageDir{
    \begin{center}
		The scene starts with Michael stepping up on some form of wooden plank, where presumably \uwoman is situated.\\\michael, \uwoman
    \end{center}
}

\begin{drama}
\michaelspeaks- Hello.
\uwomanspeaks-  Hello, thank god you stopped, were you a fan of Frank Mathers?
\michaelspeaks-  Frank Mathers, the TV guy who used to do the shows about space until he became obsessed with under sea exploration. No, not a huge fan.
\uwomanspeaks- Frank was my husband.
\michaelspeaks-  By not a huge fan I mean, not a huge fan as much as a fanatic.
\uwomanspeaks- He was a cruel and heartless man.
\michaelspeaks- Well, like I said, I was not a huge fan.
\uwomanspeaks- But I loved him.
\michaelspeaks- Didn't he leave his sick wife and five kids to run off with you? 
\uwomanspeaks- We, loved each other.
\michaelspeaks-  I'm sure he did. \direct{chuckle}
\uwomanspeaks- And, I'm penniless, now, more or, or less. Well, Frank's submarine broke apart while he was trying to save the San Andreas white shark. \direct{pause} But his body, was never found.
\michaelspeaks- You know, people thought someone tampered with the airlocks.
\uwomanspeaks- That's an outright lie, that was never proven. I love Frank and \direct{short pause} Frank loved me, which is why we invested so much money in \direct{short pause} life insurance. If we, could just prove that Frank was dead, and that the airlocks weren't tampered with, I would sleep so much easier.
\michaelspeaks- I bet you would. \direct{chuckle}
\uwomanspeaks- I'll make it very worth your while.
\michaelspeaks- Guess I could take a look.
\end{drama}

\scene

\StageDir{
    \begin{center}
		Michael returns to the wooden plank, or a hall.\\\michael, \uwoman
    \end{center}
} 

\begin{drama}
\michaelspeaks- Hey! I found it, well, here's the good stuff.
\uwomanspeaks-  Oh, you precious, precious man.
\michaelspeaks-  Yeah, but I gotta tell ya, I think the airlocks were tampered with.
\uwomanspeaks- No, no, that's just normal wear and tear, it may surprise you that along with being a beautiful finely put together woman, I'm also an expert in nautical engineering and glass degradation.
\michaelspeaks-  Yeah, but I mean, look it's, oh, looks like a Frank tried to scratch a message in with his last dying breath. It says, someone tampered with the airlocks! \direct{''airlocks'' is said in unison with the woman}
\uwomanspeaks- How can that be? My poor \direct{short pause} Frank, must've been his ex-wife, very \direct{shorter pause} bitter \direct{shorter pause} woman.  
\michaelspeaks- Well, yeah, I don't know anything about that, I'm not a detective you know, but, something doesn't ring true here.
\uwomanspeaks- No, no, I know, the police are in on it. I'm going to take this to the FIB. They'll know what to do.
\michaelspeaks- Well, uh, that's your business. Hey, whoa, whoa! You said you were gonna make it worth my while.
\uwomanspeaks- Yes, yes, this should be plenty for your time and discretion. \direct{hands over \$10}
\michaelspeaks-  It's ten bucks! \direct{agitated}
\uwomanspeaks- Uhm, here's signed photo of Frank, he was a lovely person, you would've been great friends. He loved his fans! I gotta \direct{short pause} get  going, to the \direct{short pause} FIB, I mean.
\michaelspeaks- You gotta be fuckin' kiddin' me.
\end{drama}

\Act{-- A sermon of the Altruism Cult}

\StageDir{
    \begin{center}
		Unknown location.\\\finder, \seekers, \seeker
    \end{center}
}
\scene

\begin{drama}
\seekersspeaks- Youth, and deceit, eat of the flesh, drink from the blood. We shall be free once more, Altruism, the greatest good, for the greatest generation. We shall boom again.
\finderspeaks-  He has come. Hello seeker.
\seekersspeaks-  Hello finder.
\finderspeaks- We kneel before you, we prostrate our continuing youth, and vigour. At this altar that has been sent to us.
\seekersspeaks-  Hello finder.
\finderspeaks- Prepare to be made pure!  
\seekersspeaks- Purity is everything, pure flesh, pure blood, pure \direct{inaudible}
\seekerspeaks- Mister, look!
\finderspeaks- Kill him! And make him pure.
\end{drama}

\Act{-- A heist}

\StageDir{
    \begin{center}
		Presumably in a planning room.\\\michael, \franklin, \planner
    \end{center}
}
\Scene{Planning}

\begin{drama}
\michaelspeaks- Fuck \direct{grunting, and opening, then closing a door}
\franklinspeaks- Hey, what's the problem dog?
\michaelspeaks-  Steve fuckin' Haines! \direct{shouting}
\franklinspeaks- Of course it's Steve fuckin' Haines, it's always Steve Haines.
\plannerspeaks-  That is not strictly true, it's either Steve Haines, or it's Trevor, or it's his family. It's always one of them.
\michaelspeaks- Yeah that's true, it is always one of them. I'm a fat old fuck with a horrible family and even worse friends, I told you Franklin, I ain't a good role model.
\franklinspeaks- Whatever dog, it's either this, or dealing dime bags. The bullets come crackin' at yo ass either way.
\michaelspeaks- Yeah, thanks. \direct{in a low irritated voice}
\plannerspeaks- We need to find out something about this FIB building, a weakness, or a way in. Next time I meet a morally destitute totally delusional highly corrupt government agent, I hope he's a nice one.
\franklinspeaks- Man I'm not going in that motherfucker by myself.
\plannerspeaks- No no no no no \direct{in a normal voice and in rapid succession}, nobody is going in, we need to do some recon, we need a little more information.
\franklinspeaks- Shit.
\plannerspeaks- I need the architectural plans, but they're not online anywhere, so I'm gonna need paper copies. Now the architect's name is Chip Peterson, this was his first big commission, and the office is down in Backlot City.
\michaelspeaks- Alright, Franklin, you go tail him for a little while, and then we'll talk.
\franklinspeaks- Alright dog, I got you.
\michaelspeaks- Try not to hurt yourself.
\plannerspeaks- Good good good good. \direct{in a low voice and in rapid succession}
\end{drama}

\Act{-- TV}
\Scene{The Underbelly of Paradise}
\StageDir{
    \begin{center}
		A TV show, without a doubt the same Steven Haines as \franklin and \michael spoke about above.\\\stevehaines, \ballasmember
    \end{center}
}
\begin{drama}
\stevehainesspeaks Welcome to Los Santos. The city of celluloides, sin, and cellulite removal. From dead starlets in Vinewood, to the gangbangers in Davis' Strawberry, and terror cells in Schumach, to the drunken tourists in Del Perro Pier. It's time to take a look inside this cesspit of destroyed dreams, drug-addled degenerates, and deluded desperados, that make up this, great city, of lights.
\stevehainesspeaks Hi, I'm decorated FIB agent Steven Haines. The FIB, the police department, the sheriff's office, are fighting a war out here every day. In a city where dreams too often become wet, with tears.
\stevehainesspeaks The Los Santos Docks. This is where it all begins, second largest port in the world, the great orifice of American capitalism. Stuff coming in, garbage going out, and hidden in over two million containers a day, god only knows what. The cartels pay off some low level schlub, and suddenly you've got; military grade weapons, badly cooked crystal meth, and grade A yayo, flooding our streets, and once it hits the hood, it's anarchy. \direct{inaudible} sight of murder, hold the fries. Or maybe the Chinese are slipping some of our high security weapons systems in with the recycling, and we're getting up our national security for nothing? Who knows, who cares, as long as the financial party continues, we'll just keep picking up the pieces.
\stevehainesspeaks A word to the wise, kids. Never use PCP, it makes you wanna punch cops, and run around naked, and not necessarily always in that order. Most of the time, this illicit cargo makes it straight to the gangs, but sometimes an ordinary Joe lets go and loses his shit after a pipe or two of pleasure dust.\direct{points at the camera and walks away to the right}
\stevehainesspeaks The Vagos, bloodthirsty \direct{inaudible plural} with a predilection for pain, papaya juice, and spicy plantains. They're one of the largest mexican street gangs in the city. With rumored connections to several major mafias. While half the battle out here is fought with guns, the other half is with informants, sometime you need to become the bad guys to bust the bad guys. \direct{clap, and walk away from camera in its direction} Alright guys, let's go.
\stevehainesspeaks When the Ballas and the Families aren't shooting each other, they're selling the dope that the junkies are shooting into their veins. The Families love sports almost as much as they love banging. Flashy, arrogant, competitive and aggressive, they are life long bitter enemies of the Ballas. Wearing the colors of the Feud, or the Corkers, the Families call themselves gang green. Of course like all families, they love a good squabble, subdivided into sets such as the Chamberlain Gangsters, or the Carson Avenue Set, it turns out that the families love shooting each other, almost as much as they love shooting Ballas.
\stevehainesspeaks Now the LSPD have had many run-ins with the various families sets over the years, with the Ballas, the FIB take a more community outreach approach.
\stevehainesspeaks \direct{to Ballas member, in a friendly tone} Hey hey guys, stay out of trouble now!
\ballasmemberspeaks Hey suck my dick, Steve fuckin' Haines!
\stevehainesspeaks Now the Ballas fly the colors of the Los Santos Panic, or the Boars, purple. Because they are the bruise on the face of this city. 
\stevehainesspeaks While some thugs obviously prefer four wheels, other desparados prefer two.
\stevehainesspeaks Leather, exhaust, and drugs. Now, this isn't an exotic S\&M party, these [guys] are one of the nation's toughest outlaw motorcycle gangs; the Lost. Rumours are, they get a new tattoo for every person they stab, and it's definitely OK for you motorcycle mama to show her breasts to your friends. The FIB has been tracking the Lost for years we've jumped from coast to coast, and have spent more time in the midwest than a tornado spotter. When they're not running meth, they're smoking it. Or so I hear a dangerous new drug on the street is called "toilet cleaner" and believe me, your toilet will be clean after you've smoked some of it.
\stevehainesspeaks Of course Vinewood being Vinewood, it's not all about leathery dudes trying to show on their motorbikes or roided up gangbangers stuck in some 90's timewarp. This is the town that made mass murder \direct{pause} into nostalgia.
\end{drama}
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